Journal II Dusk has the skin of an old man. Chiseled by the once-famous rays. That uneasy position of star on fire and star of water. Neither here nor there. The sun has the attention of the sand. Venus’s flytrap. She eats souls. The plant turned shooting star surprises the man who is awake […]
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